Takeshi didn't know what was wrong with the mango, Shu had no issue eating it. He'd thought T'charrl would have loved it considering he'd had a mango smoothie, maybe he just wasn't in the mood for that. Evidently neither was he in the mood for an apple. And for whatever reason he was acting all uneasy now, stuttering and looking off. Maybe he was coming down with something, after all Kaesstrians weren't used to so many different environments. "Alright, if you say so..." he mumbled, watching as the apple was put back. Definitely something wrong, considering the guy had to be hungry and was turning down basically the only thing he ate. Giving his head a thoughtful scratch Takeshi punched a small hole in the orange with his thumb, munching on a slice contently. Now that was a flavor rush, just another fruit or two and he'd probably be good to get going. T'charrl again though looked like he was having trouble, just sitting there seemed to be stressing him out. "We're not going to make smoothies, they'd probably get all melted in this heat anyways," Takeshi said, waving a hand dismissively. "Are you sure you don't want to go anywhere...? What's wrong anyways, you seemed fine before. Not feeling well or something?"

T'charrl had to be coming down with something, Takeshi was just surprised at how suddenly his illness had onset. Darn shame he knew nothing about medicine or he could probably give the Kaesstrian something for whatever ailed him. "Well, if you're not feeling up to going back out then that's cool, we won't force you to do it," Takeshi said, popping another few slices of orange into his mouth. "I'll get Vegeta to come down here, or the doc or someone and they can look at you, alright? I'm not gonna leave unless I know you're gonna be fine." Not given his friend so much a chance to say anything to the contrary the Saiyan already got to his feet, going up to the control room where the panel was for putting through a call. With a mouthful of oranges still he pressed the call button after finding the bridge, waiting until he heard noise on the other end to speak. "Hi, it's Takeshi again. Listen, is Vegeta there? Or is the doc around?"

The crewman at the intercom glanced around the room, trying to spot the familiar mess of spiky black hair. "No sir, Mister Vegeta isn't here right now. I don't know where he's gone, but the doctor should be in his office. Would you like me to patch you through to him?"

"Nah, just send him down to the hangar when you can. T'charrl's acting kind of off, maybe he's got heat stroke or something. I just want him to get checked out, you know? Thanks a lot." Ending the call there Takeshi came back down the stairs, smiling proudly in spite of probably doing what T'charrl hadn't wanted him to do. "Don't worry buddy, the doctor's gonna be right down and he'll take a look at you! Vegeta's busy, but this guy is good too, so you'll be fine," he said, giving T'charrl a small slap on the back. Turning back to Shu the older boy gestured to the shuttle with his thumb, raising an eyebrow questioningly. "Hey, how's about we load the ship with our food? When the doctor gets here we can get going and we can eat on the way if we need to."